Regatta Narrative Essay

Growing up, I was never really sure what to tell people when they asked what I wanted to do when I was older. Over the years I flip-flopped between a laundry list of possible professions: veterinarian, nurse, EMT, cosmetologist, and many more short-lived dreams. As I grew and learned from my life experiences, I realized

What do you want to be? A question we are asked from kindergarten on up. For some people, the answer lies with them there whole life until they are able to pursue that dream. Others aren't able to choose what they want to be or do until the day comes to make the decision comes. As for me I made my career chose my sophomore year of high school. Although I didn't choose just one possible candidate I have boiled it down to two careers. The first being a Chiropractor and the second being a Physical Therapist.

Me, Ava, Korryn, Ali, Olyvia, Bailey, and Sophie were on the way to valley fair. The loud and crowded car ride was filled with music, laughter and Sophie screaming! We got some drinks and snacks along the way and played pranks on the people that our nanny Bailey went to highschool with. About 2 hours later we were there and waiting in line to get wristbands. When we finally got our wristbands we walked in the gates of Valley Fair.

For the first time in our small rowing club’s history, we made it to the finals in what was our biggest regatta of the season. Unfortunately, our boat came in dead last...by a lot. We felt bad enough, but the last thing I expected was the outburst by one of the veterans. Having only a few months of rowing experience, I assumed his yelling at us was directed at me and my novice teammates. The scenario of confronting him was running through my head. By the time we stacked the boat back on the trailer, the thoughts myriad of thoughts through my mind were spoken. I spoke in a tone that my teammates have never seen before. I even surprised myself with how I stood up and defended myself and the other newer members.

My parents tell me that I took to swimming like... a fish takes to water. It is a safe place where I can float free of worries. Driven by passion and dedication, I decided to begin swimming competitively. Competitive swimming requires an intense level of determination and discipline. Forcing myself to get out of my warm bed at 5:30 in the morning to put on a still-slightly-damp swimsuit and stand in 40-degree weather waiting for practice to start. Putting up with limited lane space and irritating swimmers who think they are faster. Making a conscious effort to work on my stroke form, turns, touches, and techniques. The water becomes a whirlpool of injuries, losses, wins, friendships, enemies, and sickness. The water becomes home.

Growing up the main question a child is asked is, “What do you want to be when you grow up? “ , and most kids respond saying a doctor, lawyer, or a cop. In reality not everyone sticks to their first idea, and it’s slim that they actual start working in the chosen career. In my case, I have always wanted to work as a social worker or a therapist, but I realized it wasn’t in my budget. Therefore, I have decided; as well as, grew interest in being a dental assistant for a pediatric office.

Whether it is his father, or a fireman, a doctor, and maybe even an astronaut. The imagination given to us by our childish underdeveloped mind gives us UNLIMITED possibilities as to what we can do with our future. I, however, wanted to be a guitarist. Thankfully, the public education system of Clayton County was kind enough to require elementary school kids to take a music class. It was then in my first day of Music that I knew EXACTLY what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Unfortunately, as a kid no one really believes you when you tell them what you want to do because they assume that you have the rest of your life to actually decide what you want to do. Contrary, I found my calling at the age of 6. I pleaded my parents for my first guitar, piano or something that could get me started on my road to being a musician. It failed, my parents brushed it aside and waited for me to forget that, that is what I wanted to

When I was little I constantly thought about what I wanted to be when I grew up. Like most kids, I thought of the most unrealistic career paths such as: celebrity, singer, or model. However, I did consider some more realistic careers such as: vet, teacher, and interior designer. While I did not ultimately choose any of these options, I am extremely confident in the profession I am working towards. I one day am hoping to be an Occupational Therapist.

The next day Papaw talked to the preschool lady and set a date for the field trip. The kids were so excited and and happy about getting to meet some horses. It made me feel so happy to be able to give the kids an experience like my own.

What do you want to be when you grow up? When I was four, I wanted to be a princess, like Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty; except, without the evil step-family and the vengeful evil queen hunting me. I wanted the pretty dress; and let’s be honest, I wanted the handsome prince. By the time I was nine, I was convinced I would be country star. I wanted to be the best of the best, and stardom seemed like the way to do it. With Taylor Swift as my idol there was no way my plan could go awry. Thirteen hit me and I decided I was too grown up for such childish desires, and my plans changed to becoming a neurosurgeon. Today, if you were to ask me who I want to be when I grow up, my reply would be that I have no clue. I can only tell you three things I want to do; the same three things I have to do. I have to remain hopeful, become the best version of me that I can possibly be, and most importantly, I have to pursue my dreams. These are my responsibilities to America.

The next day I skipped work and headed straight for the spot. I was so excited! I spent all day yesterday creating and sewing my costume.

“What do you guys want to be when you grow up?” My teacher asked to start the day’s lesson.

Throughout my life I have struggled with making a decision on what career I want to take on. Over the years, my career goal has changed from being a teacher to being a game warden and everything in between. I normally struggle making life changing decisions; therefore, when I was recently asked what I aspired to be, I had no answer. I have taken many aptitude tests and most of them have helped me in making this life changing decision.

This paper analyzes the Whitbread World Sailboat Race case scenario presented in chapter 9 in the Gray and Larson text, Project Management: the Managerial Process. The Whitbread World Sailboat Race is a nine month round the world race. Bjorn Ericksen has been chosen by his country to head up the project of getting a boat and a team ready for the race. The objectives of the project are to design, build and test a new vessel and select and train a crew capable of winning the race. The objectives must be completed within 45 weeks, the start of the race, and with a planned budget of $3.2 million.

"Well I was a teacher. I loved kids, and I hoped to have my own one day. I taught a second-grade class, and they were the sweetest kids. My husband was a computer scientist, and I got really interested in that. But, I realized that we are in the 22nd century, and those types of jobs are probably non-existent."